Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.